Saturday night watching satellites Until Sunday, when the sun shines all day Nobody seems to enjoy a free ride They all wanna go back to the office instead Dreamin' in front of a computer game Of blue screens and x-rays Changing my mood like colors and food Every new old day, blue screens and x-rays Somebody silently creeps into my privacy And slips away with a piece of cake The past is a pastel in black and white And the future's about to be f**ed up